Billerica Memorial High School - BMHS Yearbook (Billerica, MA)

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The Census of 61 It is now the year 1961; and by bribing the censustaker--Mr. Arthur Merrifield--with a two weeks’ vacation to Maine, we--'‘Pudgy’” Cummings and Ted Wilcox, former class members,--have persuaded him to let us go along with him as he takes the Fed- eral Census for the wc rre 1 t year. To start our journey, we visit Peggy Rumrill’s Rox- bury apartment at 9 Galena St., where we find her reprimand- ing her unhandy handy - man, Arthur Curry. In the three- room apartment upstairs, the Mesdames Joan (Sargent) Dic- kie and Joan (Graham) O'Rourke reside with their seven children. After the confused intro- ductions are over, we make a hasty departure only to collide with Edward Le- Clair, the dynamic postman of the Dudley Street section. Our business being over in Roxbury, we board a bus, which, we dis- cover, much to our consternation, is being madly propelled by Ronald Parker!!! As we elbow our way through North Station, we meet Mrs, Ann (O’Neill) Baraldi and her famous husband, John, who are just returning from their second honeymoon in Hawaii. As we are about to board the train for Billerica. our attention is distracted by the musical tune of a peanut vendor, who, on closer investigation, turns out to be our own Norman Reekie.

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SEVENTY-NINTH: I, Margaret Rumrill, leave my “‘specs’’ to ‘Jackie’ Blake so she can see ‘‘things’’ better. EIGHTIETH: I, John Sargent, leave my red shoes to ‘‘Ginny” Walsh. EIGHTY-FIRST: I, Joan Saunders, leave English IV to my sister. EIGHT Y-SECOND: I, Lillian Stuart, leave my gray hairs, which I acquired keeping the class books, to the treasurer of the class of ’52. EIGHT Y-THIRD: I, Paul Surette, leave my desk to Barbara Tri- buna, an incoming senior. EIGHTY-FOURTH: I, Margaret Sweeney, leave my worries and woes as Tri-Delta president to Nancy Barton. EIGHT Y-FIFTH: I, Lola Thursby, leave first period office duties to Charlotte Oskowski. EIGHT Y-SIXTH: I, Harold Tomkins, leave my basketball uni- form to Harry Morgan. EIGHT Y-SEVENTH: I, Barbara Turner, leave one box of bi carbonate of soda to the “‘Burp”’ of the class of °52. EIGHT Y-EIGHTH: I, Ruth Twombly, leave my wandering feet to Joan Martell. EIGHTY-NINTH: I, Jane Wansewicz, leave my ability to create a disturbance to my sister. NINETIETH: I, Grant Whiteway, leave my ways with girls to my brother Sterling, in the hope that he can keep up my reputation as a Don Juan. NINETY-FIRST: I, Theresa Wilson, leave my red nose to Rudolph, the Registrar, because he is such a deer. NINETY-SECOND: I, Thomas Woods, leave as proof that out of little acorns great Woods grow. NINETY-THIRD: I, Mary Daley, leave happily. NINETY-FOURTH: I, Barbara Piirainen, leave my ability to make friends quickly to any undergraduate, who comes to Howe in the middle of the year. ; NINETY-FIFTH: I, Richard Sawyer, leave my nimble fingers to “Bill” Terris. NINETY-SIXTH: I, Corinne Scaringi, leave my sense of humor to Mr. Merrifield. NINETY-SEVENTH: | I, George Scott, leave my knack of avoiding the detention room to my brother, Bill. NINETY-EIGHTH: I, William Shack, leave my managerial duties to ‘Choker’ Harring. NINETY-NINTH: I, Florence Shedd, leave with many wonderful memories of Room 21. ONE-HUNDREDTH: I, John Silliker, leave my English seat in the library to ““Tony’’ Mazzeo. ONE-HUNDRED AND FIRST: I, James Stirling, leave to join 1847 Rogers Brothers. The foregoing document, (having been read and approved by all con- cerned), is declared, in the presence of all, to be the one and only (the legal) last Will and Testament of the Senior Class of 1951 and by request of the said class these people do hereunto subscribe their names as witnesses thereto. CLASS OF 1951— GEORGE McGURN ROBERT MILLER FREDERIC DICKIE JOHN CHRISTIANSON THOMAS LEARY PAUL SURETTE.

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On the train, sitting in front of us, are none other than Jeanette and Thomas Leary struggling with their twins, who have just given a hot foot to the sedate scientist, Paul Johansen, who, until a moment ago, had been studying his notes in preparation for his scientific speech to be given that evening. As we pull into the East Billerica station, we notice Sushila and Randy Barbour engaged in a heated conversation with their talking dog, who seems to be putting up a good fight. Alighting from the train, we hail the nearest taxi; and we are care- fully driven to our destination by Bob Miller, who has finally retrieved his license from his old pal “‘Rudy”’. On our way, we pass the modern ranch house of Lorraine and Arthur Fillmore. Next, we see the familiar framework of the Pollard School; and if we had the time to enter, we might see Miss Judy Collins, the present pri ncipal, conducting classes. We now finally reach the center, where the traffic is being very effi- ciently directed by Sergeant Dick Belcher, who, as usual, is in complete control of the situation. We see him escort Mrs. Betty Ann MacPherson Up Snoot and her fifteen cats across the street, as they dash over to their favorite haunt, Clark’s hotdog stand, situated on the common. On the site of our old Town Hall is John Christianson’s home for played-out football players. Convalescing here are Donald Austin, Joe Don- ahue, George McGurn, and Harold Tomkins. It’s about time we thought of lunch, so we choose Ye Olde Monarch Diner, where Doris Bevis is acting as chief cook and bottle washer. As we sit down, we are immediately surrounded by three eager waitresses—Mary Daley, Lorraine Caissie, and Betty Mahoney. We ask if we may see their modern kitchen and are quickly admitted by the chef and connoisseur, David Riecks. While we are there, we notice the assistant dishwasher, William Matthews, who is muttering something about breaking the dishes before they're washed, not afterwards. After lunching, our efficient censustaker suggests that we return to work. Our first call is at Betty Hatzberger’s Cake Shoppe, where we meet her industrious sales promoter, Margaret Sweeney. As we leave the shop, we bump into Barbara Murray, just returning from her twenty mile hike in testing Hood’s rubber boots.